Dragged my tired butt out of the house long enough to go to Trader Joe's for a few staples (and a quick Slurpee on the way...), and it was as fun as it ever is (one should refrain from going to TJ's on a weekend if one can avoid it - craziness). However, whilst navigating the deli aisle, I had the pleasure of seeing Ellen Greene. I'm telling you, I almost wept. I'm actually happy she and her husband left soon after, because me, in all of my pregnant hormonal glory, may just have become a blathering idiot. I did get to hear her speak several times, and wow, is that voice distinctive. I have to admit, I'm more than a little disappointed she didn't break into "Somewhere That's Green" right then and there. Dammit. Love her.
Namaste...
ps - Oh yes, tomorrow is Golden Globes day here in Hollywierd, and boy, are those chickies going to be cold. It's supposed to dip below freezing tonight - I'm thinking the red carpet should be interesting. We, however, are not hanging around for the fun - we're off to Long Beach to see some fishies with the little man. A friend is working the event (and has been all weekend) - I'll be sure to report any decent dish.
pps -- The above friend (and my girlfriend) were with Britney Spears when the whole "passing out" thing supposedly happened at Pure in Las Vegas on New Year's Eve. Let me tell you folks, the tabloid press is an amazing creature. Not only did she NOT pass out (or fall asleep or do anything of the sort other than leave), the writers from the two "magazines" that reported this.... were in the bathroom when she left. Nice. Believe it or not, Ms. Brit-Brit was actually within her wits, wore underwear, and was very well-behaved. I know, you're devastated.
Namaste one more time... ;)
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